Its been interesting this last month to say the least. I've been diagnosed with PCOS (what is it with me and P disorders, first PTSD now this). Yeah, all the stuff associated with PCOS has taken some getting used to. Well, not so much the physical stuff since I've lived with it every day for as long as I can remember, but the emotional side of things- like the finding out how difficult it is going to be to conceive naturally.
I'm almost 26. I'm at the stage in life where I'm ready to settle and spawn- I guess my body has other ideas though.
L is such a sweety. When I get teary he's there to hug me and remind me that he loves me anyway.